Carissa’s smile was inextinguishable as she drove home from work that evening. As she waited at a red light, the woman found herself marveling at how much she’d grown to enjoy working in The Annex in such a short time. More than that, she was thankful for having the privilege of sharing the experience with somebody as awesome as Joey. It was difficult to believe that a month earlier, she’d been convinced that this was a professional death sentence.

She really did owe so much to Joey, she thought. His little hypnosis sessions were making all the difference in the world. They helped her see through the negatives and embrace all the positives that the new work assignment had to offer. He was intelligent, insightful, and so very sexy, too. If only she could find a way to show her appreciation for everything he was doing to make every day special.

Turning onto Main Street, Carissa spotted a gym, and her eyes lit up in a moment of inspiration. That was it! Joey was always checking her out, giving her body these cute, appraising glances. She could join a gym, drop a few pounds, and really give him something to ogle. It wasn’t like she was terribly out of shape to begin with, but since getting married, she’d put on about ten pounds that she kept telling herself she was going to lose. What better motivation was there to lose weight than to show off for a cute guy? Turning her car around, she pulled into the gym parking lot. A few minutes later, she strolled out their doors with a brand-new membership card and inspiration to get into the best shape of her life.

By the time Carissa pulled into her driveway, she was more aroused than she had been in weeks. After leaving the gym, she couldn’t stop thinking about honing her body into the perfect, sexy eye candy for her work buddy. She imagined dressing up in clothes that showed off her new figure. She imagined Joey checking her out more and more often. She imagined him openly lusting for her. The thought of using her body to drive Joey wild had her so turned on that she could barely contain herself.

Carissa burst through the front door of her house, making a beeline to where her husband was sitting. Before he even had time to react, she pulled him to his feet, all but dragging him toward their bedroom.

“Well, hello to you, too,” he said, amusement in his voice.

“I need you to fuck me so hard,” she replied, pulling him by the hand into their bedroom.

A minute later, Carissa was moaning loudly as Charlie plunged into her again and again. At first, she found herself struggling to get anything from the encounter with Charlie. Despite being so turned on, something about sex with her husband just felt…less satisfying than usual. She was on the verge of telling him to quit out of frustration when she got an idea.

She thought about Joey.

Suddenly, her body lit up with excitement. Imagining that it was Joey fucking her instead of her husband was so hot. Maybe it was the wrongness of the idea. Maybe it was because she and Joey were such close friends at work. Maybe it was just because Joey was the sexier of the two. Whatever the case, pretending it was Joey on top of her, pumping his cock into her sopping pussy, just got her going like nothing else.

Moments later, Carissa was digging her fingers into Charlie’s back, screaming out that she was coming as a powerful orgasm ravaged her body. The entire time she was convulsing in pleasure, she pictured Joey ramming into her, getting ready to fill her with his seed. It was such an erotic image that her orgasm seemed to go on for an eternity.

Over the coming weeks, Carissa’s days took on a steady rhythm. Most mornings, she’d leave the house before Charlie woke up, stopping at the gym for a workout session before heading in to The Annex. When she arrived at work, Joey was always there, ready to welcome her with a hug, a kiss, and a friendly slap on the ass as she got into the day’s duties. At some point during the day, Joey would pull her aside, drop her into a trance, and help her feel more relaxed. After work, she and Joey would cuddle on the couch and talk for an hour or two, which was the best part of her day. By the time she arrived home, she was usually pretty tired, so after dinner she’d head straight to bed.

On the morning of her two-month anniversary of working with Joey at The Annex, Carissa awoke with a smile on her face. Today was the day! For a solid month, she’d been eating right and going to the gym religiously thanks to Joey. As a result, she’d not only lost nearly all the weight she’d been hoping to lose, but she’d also started toning up. She’d never looked or felt sexier in her entire life, and she knew exactly how to make this anniversary with Joey special.

Carissa’s first stop was the shower. It almost felt foreign to shower in her bathroom, considering that most days she used the shower at the gym. There wouldn’t be time for the gym today, though, so her home shower had to do. As the water cascaded down her body, Carissa’s fingers found her clit and gently began rubbing as she imagined being fucked hard by Joey. She did her best to stifle her moans so as not to wake up Charlie. They hadn’t had sex in a few weeks, and he’d probably get all pissed off if he heard her masturbating. A few minutes later, she orgasmed, letting out a little groan despite her efforts to keep quiet.

After drying off, Carissa moved on to her dresser to pick out what she wanted to wear. Over the last two months, her work attire had definitely evolved. She traded her slacks for skirts. She ditched her blazers entirely. Blouses became tighter and more revealing. Joey had done wonders in helping her feel confident about her sexiness, and more and more, she found herself wanting to show off her body at work. There was no harm in that. Joey was the only person she ever saw on a daily basis, and he certainly didn’t complain about her increasingly skimpy outfits. Carissa decided that for today, she’d wear her favorite red lace bra and panty set. Charlie always loved the way it matched her auburn hair, and she couldn’t wait to see if Joey felt the same way. Next, she slipped into a short black skirt and a cute button-down blouse that hugged her generous breasts.

Carissa was in the entry, looking in the mirror and applying her lipstick, when Charlie stumbled out of the bedroom. Carissa did her best not to roll her eyes as Charlie looked her up and down.

“Wow, big meeting or something today? You’re looking great.”

“Nope,” Carissa replied dryly. “Just trying to look my best.”

“Well, you look wonderful, babe,” Charlie smiled. “Oh, except it looks like your top button came undone.”

Carissa looked at her blouse in the mirror, noting the open button that let just a hint of cleavage show. “Thanks, honey,” she replied, fastening the button. “I’d better get going. It’s going to be a long day. Don’t wait up.”

Before Carissa could leave, Charlie spoke up. “Another late night at the office? I’m glad they appreciate you and everything, but I hope this busy season settles down soon. I’m starting to miss you.”

“That’s so sweet,” Carissa replied with a little smile.

“Hey,” Charlie added, “maybe if you’re up for it, we could have a little fun tonight. It’s been a while since we’ve had sex, you know.”

“I know,” Carissa admitted. “I’ve just been exhausted after work lately. We’ll see how I feel when I get home tonight, if it’s not too late, okay? Now, I really need to get going.”

Carissa gave Charlie a little peck on the lips, then headed out the front door. When she reached her car, she looked in the mirror to fix her lipstick. When that was finished, she popped open her top button once more. Then, for good measure, she popped open the second button.

“Good morning, honey!” Carissa called out in a cheerful tune as she rounded the corner into the office.

“Good morning, sugar tits,” Joey replied, grinning as he looked up from his desk.

Carissa giggled as she strutted toward Joey’s desk. She enjoyed their playful exchanges. A couple of weeks ago, she jokingly referred to Joey as her work husband. Since then, they've developed a fun morning back-and-forth, where she lavished affection on Joey and he complimented her on her sexiness. It made the start of her workday so much more enjoyable.

Straddling Joey in his chair, Carissa leaned to give him their usual morning kiss. Today, she diverted her lips at the last second, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Is that all I get?” Joey grinned.

Carissa pulled back, smiling devilishly as she spoke. “Who said I was done?” Leaning back in, the woman planted another kiss on his cheek, then left a trail of kisses all the way to his mouth. As their lips met, she let out a little groan, parting her lips and letting her tongue dance with his for a moment before pulling away once more. “And if you’re a good boy, there’s more where that came from.”

“Oh, I can be very good,” he smiled, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer. Carissa let out a little whimper as she felt the bulge of Joey’s erection press up against her. “And speaking of good, I can’t get over how good you look today. If you’re not careful, you’re going to give me ideas.”

“It feels like somebody’s already got ideas,” Carissa smiled, squirming in Joey’s lap just enough to gently rub up against him. “But you’d better behave yourself, especially considering the gift I’ve got planned for our two-month anniversary.”

“Is that today?” Joey laughed, and Carissa let out a little chuckle as well.

“You are such a man.” A big, strong, sexy man, she silently added. Carissa rolled her eyes dramatically and pushed herself out of Joey’s lap. “Maybe my work husband needs some motivation to remember our work anniversaries.” She turned to face away from Joey, bringing her hands up to the buttons on her blouse.

“Maybe my work wife needs to embrace her inner slut more,” Joey replied.

“Maybe you’re right,” she smiled, turning back around, revealing her now-unbuttoned blouse as she smiled into Joey’s eyes. Still maintaining eye contact, Carissa shrugged off her blouse, letting it fall to the floor behind her. Next, she took her skirt by the waist, tugging it down until she was standing there in just her red lingerie. She gave a little twirl in place, showing off her fit, sexy body. “Like what you see?”

“Like it? I love it! How do I get to see more?”

Carissa just smiled as she made her way to her desk. “Such a man,” she laughed as she sat. “Count your blessings that I let you see this much. Maybe later you can play with these a little,” she said, shaking her tits at him, “but only if you’re good.”

For the rest of the morning, Carissa put on a show for Joey as she worked. She made a habit of getting up to stretch every so often, bending over to give him a clear view of her ass. Occasionally she’d call him over for a little backrub, which invariably ended with Joey groping her tits through her sexy bra as she moaned in pleasure. By the time lunch break arrived, Carissa was so worked up that all she really wanted was to slip into the bathroom and get herself off.

“Before you go,” Joey interjected as she announced that she’d be right back, “why don’t we knock out your daily session?”

Carissa grinned. Her orgasm could wait. Aside from their little cuddle time at the end of the day, there was nothing Carissa loved more than her daily hypnosis sessions. She rarely remembered much, if anything, from them, but she knew they were completely responsible for how incredible she felt.

She followed Joey to the sofa, sitting down next to him and staring into his dark, sexy eyes. He started into his induction, his words flowing so smoothly that she found herself being carried along with them the way a leaf was carried down a stream. There was just something so soothing about Joey’s voice. It reached deep inside her, making her feel calm and aroused. As she listened, she found her mind starting to wander, thinking about how well her life was going right now thanks to Joey. She owed so much to Joey. So very much. She should really do more to show her appreciation. There was no harm in going a little further with Joey. There was no harm in letting her true, slutty self out, just a little bit. After all, deep down inside, that’s what she was. She was a slut. Joey was the only one who truly knew her. Joey was the only one who she could be her true, slutty self with. She trusted him so much. She wanted him so much.

Carissa’s mind was still wandering when she felt Joey’s hands on her shoulders, gently shaking her awake. She blinked, shaking the cobwebs out of her mind. What had she been thinking? It had something to do with Joey, but all she could remember was how nice the hypnosis session had felt. She also remembered how intensely aroused she felt.

“Welcome back,” Joey said. “Enjoy your session?”

“More than you can imagine,” she smiled before leaning over to give him a deep kiss on the lips.

Joey returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her as their tongues danced. As their makeout session intensified, Carissa crawled into Joey’s lap, positioning herself so her panties were rubbing up against the bulge in his slacks. Joey let out a little groan, grabbing her by the waist and grinding her up against him. Carissa immediately began gyrating against him, rubbing herself on his erection. As aroused as she was, it only took a few seconds for her breathing to grow ragged as they continued grinding on each other.

“Oh, God,” Carissa groaned between kisses. “Oh, fuck, I’m so turned on. I think I’m, oh, I’m, I’m—”

Carissa cried out, wailing as an orgasm erupted, spreading throughout her body. She bucked against Joey, gripping him by the shoulders as her eyes rolled back and she convulsed. She kept grinding against him, the feeling of his hard cock through his slacks only driving her orgasm further. When she finally stopped shuddering, she found Joey looking at her with a mischievous grin.

“Feel better?” He asked with a wink.

“Much,” Carissa grinned back. As they sat there staring into each other’s eyes, a thought occurred to her. “Is this okay? You know—what we’re doing.”

“What do you mean?” Joey asked her with a serious look.

“I mean, it’s just that you’re so sweet,” she began. “You’re my best friend, and you’re always supportive of me being myself, even if that means I’m letting my inner slut out to play. Just now, I lost control and started grinding on you until I came. I was so preoccupied with getting off that I didn’t think to ask you if you wanted to do that. I guess I’m worried that being myself might be too slutty for you, and the last thing I want to do is wreck our friendship.”

Joey chuckled. “You really are a treasure, sweet tits.” Carissa smiled at his friendly nickname. “Listen, if anything, you don’t let your true self out nearly enough. I’m serious. I love seeing you let your true self out. You could slut it up your absolute hardest, and you’d never drive me off. I’m here for all of it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure,” Joey affirmed. “But if you’re still having doubts, then let’s put it to the test; why don’t you slip out of that bra, I’ll pull down my pants, and you can jack me off until I spew a load all over your tits and face? If that doesn’t convince you I’m alright with everything, I don’t know what will. What do you think?”

Carissa looked at Joey with wide eyes, considering his words. Slowly, a grin spread across her lips. She’d felt Joey’s cock through his clothes, pressed up against her so many times. The idea of seeing it, of touching it, was almost too much. And getting to watch him come all over her? That was just icing on the cake.

“I think you’ve got a deal,” she finally said with a sparkle in her eyes as she reached back to unclasp her bra.

A minute later, Joey’s pants were on the ground, and Carissa was kneeling in front of where he sat. For the first minute or two, she just played, letting her hands run up and down his shaft, gently cupping his balls, feeling their heft in her hands. Everything about Joey’s cock was so sexy. She’d imagined it so many times, but finally seeing it in person was better than her most vivid fantasies.

Finally, her hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking it slowly. Joey groaned, thrusting his hips out a little and putting his hands behind his head. Carissa worked up to a good rhythm, stroking harder and faster. Soon, she was furiously stroking him off. Joey started groaning more and more, telling Carissa what a dirty slut she was and how much he loved it. When he started bucking his hips and grunting that he was getting close, Carissa decided to kick things up a little more.

“Come on, Joey,” she moaned. “Plaster my body with your cum. Come all over my tits and face. I want to taste you. Come for me, Joey. Shoot your load all over your slut.”

Finally, Joey couldn’t take it anymore. Grunting...